Chapter 117

---- Chapter 117 Gideon gave a cold laugh at Giselle's naive remark. He then pulled a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette , and placed it between his lips. He offered her a lighter with a mocking smile. "How about this, Ms. Driver? If you're willing to bow your head and light my cigarette as an apology, I'll let it go. 1 won't report you for reckless driving, and I won't make you pay for the repairs. Pretty generous, don't you think?

Faced with such blatant provocation , Giselle turned her head in disgust. Her tone was cold and sharp. "Try me, and I'll light your hair on fire instead." "Tsk." His brows arched as he leaned in, deliberately provoking her further. "Such a temper. Bigger than your chest." At that, Giselle's expression darkened. Under normal circumstances, she would have calmly and cleanly dealt with this kind of creep using pepper spray. But she had left in a rush today and brought nothing with her.

Besides, they were in the middle of a traffic jam ona street. With cars packed all around and surveillance cameras everywhere, she didn't want to cause an ugly ---- scene with a complete stranger. She forced herself to stay patient. "Sir, we're dealing with a traffic accident here, but your words and behavior already constitute sexual harassment. There are cameras all over this street. You might want to rein it in. "One last question. How much for the repairs? I'll transfer it to you now.

No need to waste time getting a quote." All she wanted was to leave. Even if this man tried to squeeze an extra 50 grand out of her, she could still stomach it. He didn't respond to the question about compensation . Instead, he looked her over again with that same shameless smirk and muttered , "What a stubborn little mouth." He lit the cigarette himself, then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke right in her direction, the way a car might blow out exhaust. The air around her filled with haze.

He took another drag and said with mock admiration, '"The temper of yours suits your look. I like it." That arrogant voice, as if his so-called affection were some kind of reward she should be grateful for. Giselle had no interest in wasting more breath on this sleazy man. The traffic behind them had stretched into a ---- full-blown jam. She turned toward her car, ready to move it aside. Just as she reached for the handle, he stepped casually in front of her again.

"What, trying to flee the scene? Tell you what, let's not drag this out. Just pout a little, act cute, admit it was your fault, and I'll let it slide." Giselle stood tall. "Not happening. I can afford ten grand. Let's move to the side of the road and deal with it there. Spending ten thousand dollars just to stand her ground, she had never been this extravagant in her life. But Gideon, mysterious in identity and clearly done playing games, shifted his tone.

The arrogant, playful smirk disappeared . He pulled out his phone and made a call to someone he clearly knew at the police station. Minutes later, after Giselle had moved her car to a nearby open space, three uniformed traffic officers arrived on patrol bikes. Two of them worked to ease the jammed traffic. The third, who looked more senior, was chatting and laughing with Gideon as if they were old drinking buddies-leaning close, laughing like partners in crime.